LADY; the fire dance

My heart is free,
I can dance again, leap in the air
Throw my hands up,
Launch my hips in the gyration of the freed soul.

My soul is no longer in turmoil,
My feet are tapping crazily,
Burning the rug with their new found excitement.
Moving in a fevered frenzy.

My spirit is finally tasting true calm,
My toes are greeting the new sun in a perfect leap,
My heels making new rhythms with the earth,
In a new dance, my fire dance.

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EMPTY

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I have no strength left to fight,
I will drown in these waves and float with the tides.
I have no more strength to fight,
Let the curtains close, and let’s call it a night.
Let the dirges play,
Soul piercing laments, as the colors fade.
I have no more fight in me,
No more smiles, no more witty replies
No more warm hugs, or passionate kisses.
I have no more, the reserves have run dry.
I have no more; nothing left, I’ve run dry.
Let the morning rain wash me away,
And the night’s breeze blow my scent away.
I have no more strength to fight,
Let the curtains close and let’s call it a night.

GIVING

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They say life is all about giving,
So I give and I give,
And then I keep on giving.
But then who’s doing all the receiving?

They say all life is about giving,
So I give and I give,
And let you take from me.
But then who are you giving?

They say all life is for giving,
So I give, you take
And you keep taking.
So then from whom am I getting?

Pattern, Pain

Desolation, darkness
Pain, sadness
Betrayal, falsehood
Omission, half truths.

Rivers, oceans
The earth drenched in my hurt
Pain from the home place
A pattern now familiar.

Sadness, sorrow
Will the sun shine tomorrow?
Regret, derision
Every single bad decision.

Deceit?
No not that simple
Just unaffected,
No care who gets hurt, simple.

Pride lost
Trust tossed
Friendship crossed
For nothing but lust.

Sigh….

LOWERED

Lowered, hot
These eyes will not look up.
One drop, four
These tears fall,
Carrying in them the words for which I have no voice.
Lowered, tortured
These eyes will not look up.
One drop, two drops
Four drops, more
These tears will not stop,
Carrying in them the fears that I hide.
Carrying within them the confusion in my heart.
What if I looked up, raised my eyes to meet yours?
And if I did look up, what would I find in your stare?
Would it be love, do you care?
Or would I be faced with rejection, a frosty glare?
Hooded, lowered
Maybe these eyes should look up.
One drop, two drops
These tears should stop!
I will look up, see your eyes
And know if I’ve lost or gained it all.